Anduin glances away, uncertain whether he can meet Wrathion's eyes and answer such a direct question at the same time. Wrathion always has been observant, even if he has not always understood just what it is he is seeing.

It seems, however, that he is putting the pieces together well enough.

"I believe..." Anduin says, slowly, "that you have spent a great deal of time on your own, and you have had to learn how to prioritize in certain ways because of it. I cannot say those ways are wrong, for they have kept you safe as long as they have. But..."

Anduin hesitates, pressing his eyes closed for a moment, before he glances back up to Wrathion at last, searching his face as he continues, "I don't believe you to be unmoved by my distress, Wrathion. But you are wary. And I can't help but feel as though you are guarding yourself -- from me, I suppose. Is it really so difficult to be close to me? Have -- I done something wrong?"